The Mariner's Curse

Richard

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Out on the ocean, we set our sails,
A mariner's tale through the stormy gales,
An albatross soaring, a symbol of grace,
We cheered and we hailed, in that desolate place.

But oh, the mariner's hand,
Struck down the bird that graced our land,
Now a curse upon our fate,
In this vast and empty expanse.

The winds they did die, the sun stood still,
A silent sea, a foreboding chill,
With heavy hearts and parched dry throats,
We paid the price for what we wrote.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink,
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.

The dead men stood with vacant eyes,
As the mariner faced his solemn cries,
A life of penance, a tale to tell,
To wander the earth, a living shell.

A lesson learned through endless strife,
To cherish all that shares our life,
The albatross, a spirit's guide,
In every heart, the truth does bide.

Now hear the mariner's call,
Respect the life that binds us all,
For every action bears its weight,
In the web of our shared fate.

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